Two months in Paris. Language school and the park at lunch. Pan au chocolate. A better accent. Foreign friends. Home in the fanciest arrondissement. Friends at bars. Me being awkward because I don’t drink. Leaving one week after graduation. Starting my new life the way I want it.  Buying food from the market and eating it on our balcony watching old men, young kids, scruffy dogs, beautiful women. Taking roll upon roll of film. Seeing a movie en plein air.

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